I remember the night you broke your hand. I was so scared. So angry. So confused. I don't even remember the date, just the feeling and what had happened.
I remember the morning I got a call from someone telling me he was gone. Dead. Forever. My heart dropped out of my chest. All the hope and dreams I had died with him.
I remember when I got a part in a huge production. Picked out of so many people. I felt amazing.
I remember when a childhood friend passed away. After all the prayers and weeks we had waited for a miracle. She finally left. Left us all. Just 15.
I remember when he came back after 10 years. I felt so cautious and afraid, and yet so happy and wanted by him for the first time.
I remember when you told me you loved me. The butterflies, and all the emotions I had never felt before. Wanting that moment to never end.
I remember hurting a friend. And not realizing it until it was too late. Wishing I could go back, and living with regret.
I remember when my grandma died. All the times I spent over at her house. How she knew I loved peaches and pickles.
I remember when I wanted to die. How I felt completely hopeless, and thought it was never going to end.
I remember the day music became so important to me. I felt so passionate.
I still remember....